How Embarrassing
Dunk and run
e were on holiday on the Gold Coast and I’d been goofing about with my dad in the pool. I saw him on the side taking a breather, so I swam up behind him and dunked him. Just as I was laughing about his arms flailing around, my [actual] dad swam past, did a double take and shouted, “Let him go!” Yeah, it wasn’t my dad I was dunking, just some middle-aged
